An hour later, Tang Ning came crying into Yang Xinyi's office, clutching her backside and dramatically exaggerating Ye Xiong's transgressions.
"He's your husband! Are you just going to let him get away with this?" Tang Ning sobbed.
How could I? That man is like a wild horse that has broken its reins; he's impossible to control. Besides, our marriage is just a sham. Neither of us has any right to control the other. Still, I can't let this little girl know the truth. Other than Xiao Fangfang, I don't dare tell anyone, fearing the news would reach Dad's ears. That would be real trouble.
"Just stop provoking that madman. I'll transfer the allowance to you," Yang Xinyi said, seeing no other option but to give in for now.
Only when Tang Ning saw the 80,000 yuan transfer to her account did her tears turn to laughter. She bounced out of the office joyfully.
Yang Xinyi was about to start working when her phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, she saw it was a call from home.
